You're Killing Me [5/5]
Title: You're Killing Me [5/5]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Warning: DUBCON
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan gets his "revenge" on Brendon.
Word Count: 1,488 [this part]; 7,121 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: "...but I think Rydon would kill each other if they actually dated." Well, here's that last part I promised. Hope you guys don't cry too much. Enjoy.
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4
Several hours later, Brendon woke to a sharp backhand to the face. His outcry was muffled and his instinct to bring a hand to his face was hindered. Still dazed and partially asleep, he realized he was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom of the tour bus, a piece of cloth tied around his mouth and his forearms bound together behind his back with what he could only assume was duct tape. After a few more seconds, he also noticed he was completely naked.
"Finally, you're awake."
The voice hadn't even registered in his head as 'extremely-pissed-off-sounding-Ryan,' when Brendon was thrown to the cold tile floor where he landed on his knees before toppling over onto his face. When it finally had registered, his heart pounded ten times faster; Ryan actually HAD wanted to hurt him.
Brendon tried to roll over onto his back, but a boot against his lower back made him freeze instantly, more out of fear than by force.
"Don't. You. Move."
Each word was punctuated by a noticeable increase in pressure on Brendon's back, and he squeaked in pain as the heel of Ryan's boot dug into his spine. It occurred to him that Ryan could do anything he wanted to do to him then, as helpless as he was, and Brendon's heart skipped a beat. He was so scared he was aroused.
Ryan removed his boot from the small of the other's back and Brendon could finally see those dark brown leather clogs Ryan liked so much as he stepped in front of him. Bending down, Ryan grabbed Brendon by his hair and yanked him back up onto his knees.
"Look at me, Brendon."
Brendon's eyes ticked up to Ryan's face, breathing heavily through his nose. Ryan's line of sight flicked down Brendon's body instead of meeting his eyes, a crooked sneer playing on his lips.
"Oh, look. You're already hard. And to think I haven't even BEGUN yet." He met the other's eyes then, a devilish glint sparking off his irises. "You're in for one hell of a night, Bren." He pressed a decisive thumb against the bridge of Brendon's sensitive nose and dragged it across his face to where the bruises were just beginning to yellow under his left eye.
Brendon squirmed and whimpered against the gag, trying to get away from Ryan's hand but held in place by the other. His eyes were scared and pleading, for what he wasn't quite sure of yet.
Ryan gripped Brendon's jaw with enough force to bruise, and Brendon winced in pain.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" Ryan's voice was silky smooth with a hint of venom, a couple of his perfect white teeth bared as he grinned wickedly. "I was going to let you blow me, but now I don't think you deserve something so kind." Ryan's hand moved from Brendon's jaw to his cheek. "You know, I think I like you like this."
Brendon shut his eyes and concentrated on the sound of his own breathing, trying his best not to lean into Ryan's touch, which was faint at best. If Brendon had ever felt tortured before, it was nothing compared to this.
"However, the punishment I was thinking of for you is much more degrading if you're standing up," Ryan continued, stepping back behind Brendon and tugging him up by his forearms. Brendon complied with a muffled cry of pain, afraid his shoulder would pop out of socket if he didn't. "Preferably bent over something," he added, shoving Brendon against the cabinets and pressing his face to the counter.
The awkward combination of pleasure and fear Brendon had felt earlier intensified when he heard Ryan unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. He knew exactly what Ryan was going to do, but he knew for damn sure this time he wasn't about to play nice.
The unexpected crack of leather against bare skin surprised Brendon more than it hurt, but he cried out all the same, only half of it escaping the gag. After the second lash, Brendon could feel the sting linger a little afterwards, and after the tenth -- yes, he was counting -- his ass and lower back burned.
Throwing the belt to the floor, Ryan untied the gag and ripped it away from Brendon's mouth, stunning the younger into silence. His legs were beginning to tremble with the effort of keeping himself in a standing position, which happened to be a precarious balancing act on his toes.
"Fuck you, Ross," Brendon finally managed to mutter.
"I didn't take that off to hear your shit, Brendon," Ryan growled, and Brendon could hear the distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper. "I did it to hear you scream," he finished, forcing himself inside Brendon to the hilt, not even waiting for the other to adjust before he picked up a rhythm.
Brendon's responding cry was more of a choked sob, the complicated mix of pain and pleasure nearly unbearable. Unable to do anything else, Brendon shut his eyes tight and dug his nails into his palms, trying to concentrate his pain where he could relax his lower half so it wouldn't hurt so much.
"You can't just waltz into my room at night, seduce me, and get me to fuck you without some repercussions. Did you think we could just go on afterwards like before? Like normal? Did you think that we could still be just friends?"
Ryan's voice was quiet and velvety, his hands planted on the counter either side of Brendon's hips. The upper half of his body was leaned over Brendon's back, close enough to feel the heat, but not touching. The younger man's chest and face were pressed mercilessly into the countertop, the friction of laminate on skin becoming painful.
Ryan dug a finger into a bruise on Brendon's hip and the younger cried out. "Did you think that I wouldn't fall for you?"
Brendon's mind froze. What did he just say?
"Because I have, Brendon. I've fallen for the way you look, the way you move..." Brendon groaned. "How you sound... the way you feel," Ryan added, finally gripping Brendon's waist and pushing in harder.
"I don't think you really mean it," Brendon challenged shakily when Ryan fell quiet.
Ryan shifted slightly, effectively shutting Brendon up, but only when it came to coherent words. One hand left Brendon's hip for his shoulder, creating more leverage and, in turn, harder thrusts and louder moans. If Spencer and Jon weren't awake and hearing this by now, there was something seriously wrong with their ears.
"Ryan...," Brendon whimpered, Ryan's cue that the younger man was close. Changing his angle once more, Ryan quickly brought himself to orgasm first.
"No... no, please!" Brendon cried when Ryan slid out and threw the condom away before pulling his pants back up. He wriggled his ass in frustration, desperately searching for Ryan's touch.
"If you don't think I mean it," Ryan panted, ripping the tape from Brendon's flesh, making him jump. "Then you can get your own damn self off."
As soon as Brendon was free from his bonds, he pushed himself up and spun around to face his elder. "Ry, please...," he begged, attempting to grab him.
Ryan's quick reflexes caught the other's wrists and twisted them away before pressing him back against the cabinets. "Not until you believe me."
"Suck me, touch me, anything..."
Ryan dropped to his knees still holding Brendon's wrists, looking up at the younger man with fiery brown eyes. "Do you believe me?" he whispered over Brendon's cock, making him shiver.
"Ryan... just... please!"
"Do. You. Believe. Me?"
Brendon squirmed. "Yes! Yes, I believe you, okay? Just... christ..."
Letting go of his wrists, Ryan pinned Brendon's hips to the cabinets, finally taking his cock into his mouth. A groan fell from Brendon's lips as he threw his head back, running his fingers through Ryan's soft brown hair.
"Oh, fuck!"
Ryan didn't waste any time, Brendon whimpering as he came only a short while later. Swallowing around him, Ryan sucked him completely dry, making sure he got every last drop.
Brendon's hands fell to the counter to steady himself as Ryan stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his slender hand.
"Does Jon know?"
Brendon had to force his synapses back to life before responding with a nod.
"No one else can know," Ryan warned, placing his hands carefully on either side of Brendon's face. "No one else needs to know." Leaning in, he placed a chaste but lingering kiss to Brendon's lips before pulling away.
"I love you, Ryan," Brendon blurted, grabbing Ryan's shirt before he could leave.
The elder's eyes softened a little and he allowed Brendon to hug him, and Ryan pressed his face into the other's neck.
Brendon could have sworn he heard Ryan whisper, "I love you too," but he just might have imagined it.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Warning: DUBCON
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan gets his "revenge" on Brendon.
Word Count: 1,488 [this part]; 7,121 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: "...but I think Rydon would kill each other if they actually dated." Well, here's that last part I promised. Hope you guys don't cry too much. Enjoy.
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4
Several hours later, Brendon woke to a sharp backhand to the face. His outcry was muffled and his instinct to bring a hand to his face was hindered. Still dazed and partially asleep, he realized he was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom of the tour bus, a piece of cloth tied around his mouth and his forearms bound together behind his back with what he could only assume was duct tape. After a few more seconds, he also noticed he was completely naked.
"Finally, you're awake."
The voice hadn't even registered in his head as 'extremely-pissed-off-sounding-Ryan,' when Brendon was thrown to the cold tile floor where he landed on his knees before toppling over onto his face. When it finally had registered, his heart pounded ten times faster; Ryan actually HAD wanted to hurt him.
Brendon tried to roll over onto his back, but a boot against his lower back made him freeze instantly, more out of fear than by force.
"Don't. You. Move."
Each word was punctuated by a noticeable increase in pressure on Brendon's back, and he squeaked in pain as the heel of Ryan's boot dug into his spine. It occurred to him that Ryan could do anything he wanted to do to him then, as helpless as he was, and Brendon's heart skipped a beat. He was so scared he was aroused.
Ryan removed his boot from the small of the other's back and Brendon could finally see those dark brown leather clogs Ryan liked so much as he stepped in front of him. Bending down, Ryan grabbed Brendon by his hair and yanked him back up onto his knees.
"Look at me, Brendon."
Brendon's eyes ticked up to Ryan's face, breathing heavily through his nose. Ryan's line of sight flicked down Brendon's body instead of meeting his eyes, a crooked sneer playing on his lips.
"Oh, look. You're already hard. And to think I haven't even BEGUN yet." He met the other's eyes then, a devilish glint sparking off his irises. "You're in for one hell of a night, Bren." He pressed a decisive thumb against the bridge of Brendon's sensitive nose and dragged it across his face to where the bruises were just beginning to yellow under his left eye.
Brendon squirmed and whimpered against the gag, trying to get away from Ryan's hand but held in place by the other. His eyes were scared and pleading, for what he wasn't quite sure of yet.
Ryan gripped Brendon's jaw with enough force to bruise, and Brendon winced in pain.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" Ryan's voice was silky smooth with a hint of venom, a couple of his perfect white teeth bared as he grinned wickedly. "I was going to let you blow me, but now I don't think you deserve something so kind." Ryan's hand moved from Brendon's jaw to his cheek. "You know, I think I like you like this."
Brendon shut his eyes and concentrated on the sound of his own breathing, trying his best not to lean into Ryan's touch, which was faint at best. If Brendon had ever felt tortured before, it was nothing compared to this.
"However, the punishment I was thinking of for you is much more degrading if you're standing up," Ryan continued, stepping back behind Brendon and tugging him up by his forearms. Brendon complied with a muffled cry of pain, afraid his shoulder would pop out of socket if he didn't. "Preferably bent over something," he added, shoving Brendon against the cabinets and pressing his face to the counter.
The awkward combination of pleasure and fear Brendon had felt earlier intensified when he heard Ryan unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. He knew exactly what Ryan was going to do, but he knew for damn sure this time he wasn't about to play nice.
The unexpected crack of leather against bare skin surprised Brendon more than it hurt, but he cried out all the same, only half of it escaping the gag. After the second lash, Brendon could feel the sting linger a little afterwards, and after the tenth -- yes, he was counting -- his ass and lower back burned.
Throwing the belt to the floor, Ryan untied the gag and ripped it away from Brendon's mouth, stunning the younger into silence. His legs were beginning to tremble with the effort of keeping himself in a standing position, which happened to be a precarious balancing act on his toes.
"Fuck you, Ross," Brendon finally managed to mutter.
"I didn't take that off to hear your shit, Brendon," Ryan growled, and Brendon could hear the distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper. "I did it to hear you scream," he finished, forcing himself inside Brendon to the hilt, not even waiting for the other to adjust before he picked up a rhythm.
Brendon's responding cry was more of a choked sob, the complicated mix of pain and pleasure nearly unbearable. Unable to do anything else, Brendon shut his eyes tight and dug his nails into his palms, trying to concentrate his pain where he could relax his lower half so it wouldn't hurt so much.
"You can't just waltz into my room at night, seduce me, and get me to fuck you without some repercussions. Did you think we could just go on afterwards like before? Like normal? Did you think that we could still be just friends?"
Ryan's voice was quiet and velvety, his hands planted on the counter either side of Brendon's hips. The upper half of his body was leaned over Brendon's back, close enough to feel the heat, but not touching. The younger man's chest and face were pressed mercilessly into the countertop, the friction of laminate on skin becoming painful.
Ryan dug a finger into a bruise on Brendon's hip and the younger cried out. "Did you think that I wouldn't fall for you?"
Brendon's mind froze. What did he just say?
"Because I have, Brendon. I've fallen for the way you look, the way you move..." Brendon groaned. "How you sound... the way you feel," Ryan added, finally gripping Brendon's waist and pushing in harder.
"I don't think you really mean it," Brendon challenged shakily when Ryan fell quiet.
Ryan shifted slightly, effectively shutting Brendon up, but only when it came to coherent words. One hand left Brendon's hip for his shoulder, creating more leverage and, in turn, harder thrusts and louder moans. If Spencer and Jon weren't awake and hearing this by now, there was something seriously wrong with their ears.
"Ryan...," Brendon whimpered, Ryan's cue that the younger man was close. Changing his angle once more, Ryan quickly brought himself to orgasm first.
"No... no, please!" Brendon cried when Ryan slid out and threw the condom away before pulling his pants back up. He wriggled his ass in frustration, desperately searching for Ryan's touch.
"If you don't think I mean it," Ryan panted, ripping the tape from Brendon's flesh, making him jump. "Then you can get your own damn self off."
As soon as Brendon was free from his bonds, he pushed himself up and spun around to face his elder. "Ry, please...," he begged, attempting to grab him.
Ryan's quick reflexes caught the other's wrists and twisted them away before pressing him back against the cabinets. "Not until you believe me."
"Suck me, touch me, anything..."
Ryan dropped to his knees still holding Brendon's wrists, looking up at the younger man with fiery brown eyes. "Do you believe me?" he whispered over Brendon's cock, making him shiver.
"Ryan... just... please!"
"Do. You. Believe. Me?"
Brendon squirmed. "Yes! Yes, I believe you, okay? Just... christ..."
Letting go of his wrists, Ryan pinned Brendon's hips to the cabinets, finally taking his cock into his mouth. A groan fell from Brendon's lips as he threw his head back, running his fingers through Ryan's soft brown hair.
"Oh, fuck!"
Ryan didn't waste any time, Brendon whimpering as he came only a short while later. Swallowing around him, Ryan sucked him completely dry, making sure he got every last drop.
Brendon's hands fell to the counter to steady himself as Ryan stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his slender hand.
"Does Jon know?"
Brendon had to force his synapses back to life before responding with a nod.
"No one else can know," Ryan warned, placing his hands carefully on either side of Brendon's face. "No one else needs to know." Leaning in, he placed a chaste but lingering kiss to Brendon's lips before pulling away.
"I love you, Ryan," Brendon blurted, grabbing Ryan's shirt before he could leave.
The elder's eyes softened a little and he allowed Brendon to hug him, and Ryan pressed his face into the other's neck.
Brendon could have sworn he heard Ryan whisper, "I love you too," but he just might have imagined it.